Modern Love: XXXIII
‘In Paris, at the Louvre, there have I seen The sumptuously-feathered angel pierce Prone Lucifer, descending. Looked he fierce, Showing the fight a fair one? Too serene! The young Pharsalians did not disarray Less willingly their locks of floating silk: That suckling mouth of his, upon the milk Of heaven might still be feasting through the fray. Oh, Raphael! when men the Fiend do fight, They conquer not upon such easy terms. Half serpent in the struggle grown these worms. And does he grow half human, all is right.’ This to my Lady in a distant spot, Upon the theme: ‘While mind is mastering clay, Gross clay invades it.’ If the spy you play, My wife, read this! Strange love talk, is it not?
This poem is in the public domain.
George Meredith was born in Portsmouth, England, on February 12, 1828.
Date Published: 1909-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/modern-love-xxxiii